I’ve always liked Friday mornings, Friday morning is the threshold of the week-end, and unless the shit is hitting the fan, Friday morning in our office is a relaxed place. Oh yes, work gets done but at a more humane pace.
Or rather it does normally.
I’m a planning manager and our company has a big product launch next week — not unusual but marketing were on their way to an epic fail and they’d just realised it, so everything had just gone ape-shit while we were gearing up to get them out of the brown and slimy.
Eva from marketing blew into my office — smelling gorgeous, crisp white shirt pulled tight over her nice big round tits, black jeans shaped around her lovely arse. She is a vision of delightfulness in autumn colours — all coppers, browns and smoky colours. Eva is a definite ‘I would’ – in her case over a desk from behind, hanging on to those lovely, round wobbly tits. I was toying with this vision – as I often do when she’s near me — but she was talking, and I had to park my fantasy morning shag and listen. Despite her proposals I could see it was all going to go tits up.